paroles de chanson Pretty Boy Floyd - Woody Guthrie
If
you'll
gather
'round
me,
children
A
story
I
will
tell
'Bout
Pretty
Boy
Floyd,
an
outlaw
Oklahoma
knew
him
well
It
was
in
the
town
of
Shawnee
A
Saturday
afternoon
His
wife
beside
him
in
his
wagon
As
into
town
they
rode
There,
a
deputy
sheriff
approached
him
In
a
manner
rather
rude
Vulgar
words
of
anger
An'
his
wife,
she
overheard
Pretty
Boy
grabbed
a
log
chain
And
the
deputy
grabbed
his
gun
In
the
fight
that
followed
He
laid
that
deputy
down
Then
he
took
to
the
trees
and
timber
To
live
a
life
of
shame
Every
crime
in
Oklahoma
Was
added
to
his
name
But
a-many
a-starving
farmer
The
same
old
story
told
How
the
outlaw
paid
their
mortgage
And
saved
their
little
homes
Others
tell
you
'bout
a
stranger
That
come
to
beg
a
meal
Underneath
his
napkin
Left
a
thousand-dollar
bill
It
was
in
Oklahoma
City
It
was
on
a
Christmas
Day
There
was
a
whole
car
load
of
groceries
Come
with
a
note
to
say
"Well,
you
say
that
I'm
an
outlaw
You
say
that
I'm
a
thief
Here's
a
Christmas
dinner
For
the
families
on
relief"
Yes,
as
through
this
world
I've
wandered
I've
seen
lots
of
funny
men
Some
will
rob
you
with
a
six-gun
And
some
with
a
fountain
pen
And
as
through
your
life
you
travel
Yes,
as
through
your
life
you
roam
You
won't
never
see
an
outlaw
Drive
a
family
from
their
home
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6 Texas Oil Field
7 Greenback Dollar
8 Boll Weevil Song
9 So Long, It's Been Good to Know You
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12 Hard Times
13 Pretty Boy Floyd
14 They Laid Jesus Christ In His Grave
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16 I Ain't Got No Home
17 Dirty Overalls
18 Chain Around My Leg
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